Artificial red
Smoke, poison consumed
In the house of ill repute
Is this the way I spend my days?
In recovery of a fatal disease
On a cloud of pink has turn to grey
And I'm alone again
Yeah
Someone to hold against my own
Alone, untouched is what I crave
Artificial red
Smoke, poison consumed
In the house of ill repute
Is this the place I search for love
When my need is within me, a gift from above?
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